Hello everyone! First attempt at a Green Street Hooligans fanfic. :D I'm liking it, but I'm not really sure if anyone else will? lol,l so please, R&R please. I would also like to say that I do not known the movie, firm, or anything else that I could possibly get sued for. :( The only thing I own is Cassie. 3
It was early in the afternoon, around four thirty on March 24th when I walked into my usual pub. I smiled when I walked in, hearing the sounds of my friends in the back table drinking and having a good time. The strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke was in the air as I squeezed past people and grabbed myself a pint from the bar. I smiled and winked at the bartender, who had been there ever since I moved in to London. I made my way over to the large booth in the back, two stool-like chairs sat in the space where they could fit without trapping anyone. A large smile formed on my face when I saw my usual mates.
"Cas!" They exclaimed happily, pulling me into their group. I sat on the far end next to my second favorite boy, Ike.
"'Ello, boys!" I said happily before taking a drink of my beer. They smiled at me and I took a cigarette from the ashtray sitting in front of me. I saw one of the boys pout, making me laugh slightly. "Sorry, mate, but you know how it is." He sighed.
"Very true, Cas. 'Community Ashtray,'" he said before grinning when the door opened again. We all turned and started calling when we heard the familiar male," 'Ello, boys!"
"Pete!" We all chorused. I blinked a bit, seeing a new bloke behind him. I raised an eyebrow at Pete and nodded towards his new friend. Pete nodded a bit.
"Right, let me introduce Matt, he's Shannon's brother," he said before introducing each of the boys. "Matt, that there is Swill, Todd, Clive, Terry, Nigel, Ike, and Cassie." I smiled and shook his head.
"Nice to meet ya, mate," I said with a grin before taking a drink of my beer. I heard his accent and grinned a bit bigger. "So you're from America?" I asked curiously. Matt blinked a bit shocked before nodding.
"Yeah," he said, his voice was much too soft to be heard with these blokes around. I sighed a bit before looking up and seeing one of the other main boys. I nudged Pete, who looked up and saw him as well. A big grin formed on his face before he stood up and hugged him, you know, that man hug those boys always do: the grabbing of the hand and pulling them in for a one-armed hug.
"Bovver!" He yelled, the boys turning and grinning as well, calling his name. Personally Bovver and I didn't get along, but in front of the boys I smiled at him and waved, not really speaking to him. He still called me a Yank and it had been 15 years since I have moved here. He always told me that he could still hear my Yank Accent.
A chorus of "Ohhh's" brought myself from my thoughts. I looked up and sighed, shaking my head at Bovver who wouldn't shake Matt's hand. It was probably because he was a Yank. Matt looked somewhat hurt before he turned around and looked at Ike, who grinned at him.
"Hey, Matt, why don't you go get us a few pints?" He asked before Pete threw in,
"Aye, Cas'll go with you." I sighed and stood up as well, climbing over his lap, making all the boys snicker before I winked at them and laughed, linking arms with Matt.
"Oi, get me a bag of peanuts?" asked Swill, making me roll my eyes.
"Yeah, mate," I told him before walking off towards the bar with Matt. When we got to the bar, Matt turned to me.
"What're they talking about?" He asked curiously, making me chuckle.
"They're talking about football, mate...and don't worry about Bovver, he hates Yanks. Believe me, I moved here from America when I was six and the man still says he can hear my accent," I said while shaking my head. Matt's eyebrows rose and a smile broke out on to his face. "Don't worry, though, Pete will keep you under his wing. You'll do fine," I said with a smile. He smiled as well and nodded before our beers showed up.
"Thanks, Cassie." I grinned and shook my head before nodding towards the bartender.
"Call me Cas, mate." He smiled and nodded before I linked arms with him and walked back towards the table. Bovver looked upset as Matt sat next to him, making me roll my eyes.
"As for the Yank," Pete said with a teasing grin," back in America he was the number one fighter in kara-tay. Yeah, the Karate Kid films, based off his ass." I chuckled and shook my head. I could tell it was a lie. I saw Matt nod, and grin before Ike popped in.
"Bullocks," he said quickly. "It's bullocks. You're here for five minutes and you're already lyin'," he said again, making all of us laugh, before Pete and Matt began to shake their heads, disagreeing with him. I smiled, knowing Matt was accepted, at least by the boys that I cared about. I could really have cared less what Bovver thought.
A few hours later, and many drinks later, we were all laughing and having a great time. I was having an argument with Ike about his taste in women, Pete and Bovver were talking about football, Clive and Matt were still arguing over his Karate Kid lie, Swill and Todd were talking about the game tomorrow, and Terry and Nigel were trying to chat up a girl at the bar, which was making me laugh since, well, neither of them were very good at it. Soon, Bovver was on a table with one of the other men in the bar, singing our song. Everyone was standing up, swaying and singing with him. Matt looked completely lost, but the rest of us were in heaven. Soon I heard the boys asking him about his coach in the Karate Kid films. It was quite obvious that the boy hadn't seen the films, or it had at least been a while. After about five minutes of pestering him, he finally said the name, making me smile. After the song was over, we all raised our glasses and cheered to his beloved mentor…ha!
At around six in the morning, we all left the bar, stumbling slightly. Pete still had his beer in his hand as I walked out with him and Matt. Matt tried to tell Pete that he was going back to Shannon's since he didn't feel very well, making me chuckle when Pete shook his head and put his arm around his shoulders momentarily.
"No way! I said I was going to take you to the game, and I will," he said before tossing the rest of his beer into a nearby alley and setting down the glass, knowing someone would pick it up and return it. Then, he strode in front of us and started to sing our song once again. "I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air," he sang loudly before everyone began to sing with him. I smiled at the sight; so many people excited and in unison. It wasn't rare to see during a pre-match march, but back in America, I knew it was rare to see. Things back there hadn't changed, I could tell by the happy look on Matt's face. I put my arm around Matt's waist and let him through the streets, following Pete. I felt his arm go around my shoulder before I began to sing along with the rest of the group, telling Matt the words as well, without the accent, so he knew what he was singing.
About fifteen minutes later we arrived at the stadium. I quickly flipped up my hood, like everyone else did, and walked alongside Pete and Matt. Pete and explaining to Matt about the match and how we were the most watched place in the world. He nodded towards the cameras before he pulled Matt's hood over his head and told him to keep his head down. We all walked into the stadium, past the rotating steel bars, and into the roaring stadium. We all smiled and I pulled my hood down. Pete looked down at Matt and the two of them went off towards our seats. I went towards them as well, sitting between Matt and Ike. After a few more minutes, the match started and we had a completely amazing time. I explained everything to Matt, well, the things he didn't already know, and I noticed he had started calling it "football" instead of "soccer" which I knew the boys would be excited about. Soon, we were all equally excited about the game, screaming in unison(sort of) at the referees and the team when they did something stupid. Then, Ike nudged us.
"Oi! Oi! That's Bovver!" He said, pointing to the other side where he had gone over to the opposite team and began to taunt them. He was pulled off by security before flipping them off, making all of us laugh and cheer. After a few moments, we won the game, all cheering and excited we exited the stadium and walked out to the street side. We smiled when we saw Bovver and walked up to him, clapping him on the back. Well, I didn't and neither did Matt, we just sort of smiled and nodded to him.
"So, I heard that they're going to celebrate down the street a bit," Clive said with a grin, making Pete and Bovver smile and walk towards him.
"What'd you hear, mate?" He asked before getting the details, making me chuckle. Those boys loved to fight.
"Hey, I think I'm going to head to Shannon's," Matt said, beginning to walk down the street. Pete nodded.
"Yeah, you should. You know how to get there?" He asked curiously.
"Penn Station," Matt said with a nod. Pete nodded and quickly threw out directions for him as well, making me grin. I knew Pete was protective. Then I got an idea, knowing Bovver would quickly agree.
"Pete, maybe I should go with him, just in case, you know?" I asked. Bovver nodded, but Pete didn't seem convinced. I smiled at him. "Pete, c'mon. You know how I am." He thought a moment and then nodded.
"Yeah, alright, but be careful," he said before ruffling Matt's hair and kissing me on the top of the head. I smiled at him and linked arms with Matt before walking down the street towards Penn Station. Then, we heard a noise, making me stop in my tracks. I turned and my eyes narrowed.
"Walk faster, Matt," I said to him before three guys appeared. My eyes widened and I pushed him forward. "Run!" I called before tearing off after him. I gasped when someone came out of nowhere and pinned Matt to the wall. I felt myself get pinned as well. I wiggled to escape, unlike Matt, who was just standing there, scared out of his mind. I struggled harder as the guys approached him and then stuck a credit card in his mouth. Anger flashed behind my eyes and I tucked my left foot behind his right heel and pulled my foot towards me. He lost his balance and fell to the floor before I lunged for one of the guys. I took him down, just in time for Pete and the rest of the boys to show up. Pete head butted the lead guy.
"We never leave a man behind!" He yelled before turning and putting Matt behind him. The boys kicked their asses mercilessly. I walked up to Matt, making sure he was alright before getting hit in the back. I fell forward and turned, glaring at the bloke who had kicked me. I lunged for him, tackling him to the ground, which I'm sure shocked him enough for me to get a few good licks in, but then he swung a nearby rock up and hit me on the back of the head. I yelped and fell backwards, my hand moving to my head before I looked down at it, seeing blood. I looked up at him and I saw Pete punch him hard in the face. I saw blood drip from the guy's mouth before Pete kicked him in the jaw. Matt pulled Pete away as the guys ran off and Ike helped me up. I smiled.
"Thanks, boys. We needed that," I said before Pete walked up to me and began to inspect me. I was the only one that he checked over after a fight or a scrap. "Pete, I'm fine," I told him with a sigh before he let me go. Then, one of the guys from the gang ran up and threw a rock at us, hitting Matt in the head. My eyes narrowed and we all ran after him. When we stopped, he was gone. I looked down at Ike, who was breathing hard.
"I'm getting too old for this shit," he murmured, making me laugh and shake my head. Then, Clive showed up with the van. I grinned and we all got in. Matt, Ike, Swill, Terry, and I sat in the back while Todd, Clive, and Pete sat in the front. As we were pulling out of the alley way and onto the street, a huge brick nearly came through the window of the van, directly towards Pete. All of us, now pissed off as hell(especially Clive) ran out of the van and where the little shit had gone. My eyes widened and we stopped.
"Oh shit," I murmured as an entire gang approached us, chanting their song. Matt grabbed Pete's arm, trying to get him to leave, but Pete shook his head.
"No, mate."
"There's like, forty guys!" Matt exclaimed, but I shook my head as well.
"Pete's right , Matt. No matter what, we stand our ground and we fight."
"I don't know how to fight!" Matt yelled pathetically, making Pete sigh before he turned and looked at him.
"Pretend it's someone you hate," he said before the gang in front of us began throwing things. One of them hit Todd in the head, making my eyes flare. Without warning, we all charged forward, screaming as we went. Sure, there were only about eight of us, but we didn't care. Nothing else mattered other than winning this and humiliating the bastards in front of us who dare challenge the GSE. I swung at people, kicked, blocked, and was knocked around more than my fair share, but that was just how it was. They didn't care if you were a girl...or a kid. Then, without warning, more of the GSE arrived, lead by Bovver. I couldn't help but grin. After a few minutes, the only people left were the nine of us. I spit out a mouthful of blood and walked up to Matt, making sure he was alright.
"You gonna live, Boy-o?" I teased with a bloody grin, making him roll his eyes at me. I smiled and patted his face before I walked up to Todd. "You alright there, Toddy?" I asked, making him chuckle.
"Yeah, girly. Careful though, I hear Pete's going to kill someone." I sighed and shook my head before turning and seeing Pete. I blinked a few times before he began to check me over once more. I sighed and pushed him away.
"C'mon, Pete, you act like I've never fought before," I said before wiping my blood onto my red West Ham United sweater. He smiled at me and put his arm over my shoulder before we walked up to Matt and the others.
"Alright boys, time to go home. No pub tonight for me, I should probably get Matt back to my house for some sleep." I looked up at Pete.
"Oi, can I sleep over? My apartment's all the way across town and no one's going that way." Pete looked down at me and nodded. I linked arms with Matt like before and we all headed towards Pete's house.